Being a witch

Witches, wizards, sorcerers, warlocks, druids and the like are all known to exist and live amongst humans.
They are different, since they have the blood of different entities flowing in them.
Be it demons, other dimensional beings, divine beasts, gods and so on, they can’t be considered fully human, rather they are something completely different and yet similar.
I am lucky and unlucky to be a witch.
Lucky because at my 18^th birthday, my powers would awaken, giving me true immortality and powers suited to the blood flowing in my veins.
Unlucky because I would change…
I will become taller or shorter, more beautiful or uglier, hair color, eye color, skin color, anything and everything could change…
Besides that, my powers would influence my personality as well to a certain degree…
I might become someone else…someone completely different…
And worst of all…I might lose my friends…
I made a few but truly good friends, and I trust them…
Also, it’s not a secret that I am a witch, and my family members are all magical.
The talking tortoise in my house is a dead giveaway, especially since he loves gossip, so he is unable to keep his mouth shut…
But still…
Despite knowing that they are in the know, and they still love me and cherish me…
There is still this little voice that is whispering to me.
“What if…What if they will hate me, after I change…”
The voice never stops, and it starts to be louder and louder as I get closer to my birthday…
But finally the torture stopped, I turned 18.
The transition was…relieving…almost too comforting…
I had to be naked in my room thankfully, and surrounded by my mom, aunts, sisters and cousins.
They chanted, and used their blood as a catalyst to awaken my own blood.
And my blood…started to burn.
I was sweating bullets, and I swear even little sparks and flames rolled over my body.
Then, I was gone.
Well, not my body, but my consciousness.
I was in another dimension, probably where the progenitor of my bloodline lived.
“Oh, another one? So bothersome…
Be blessed and go to sleep…
Sleep is good…”
A booming, low voice said.
And gone I was.
As I opened my eyes, I could see my mother’s smile, but all the others frowned a bit, except my grandma, she was laughing out loud.
“I guess, it’s something good?”
I asked.
My mom nodded, and gave me a mirror.
Above my right breast there it was, my symbol…
It was the symbol of Sloth…one of the Seven.
“Formations, rituals, illusions and dreams shall be nothing but whims of yours.
Your magical power will increase even while just breathing, but even more when sleeping!
Being one of the Seven’s lineage gives you the right for either establishing a new Coven or taking over any existing Coven!
This is great! My granddaughter!”
My grandma said, laughing.
I just smiled wryly.
My eyes turned grey…so did my hair which got longer….way longer…
My skin is ghostly pale, while my lips are rose red…
I look like a ghost, with my nails being essentially knives…
But…
At least, I still look human, and my nails can be cut and trimmed…
Being a witch is a blessing in the eyes of some humans, especially the powers, the long life…
But being a witch is not easy…
I will have so many things to learn…